Someone wrote to me that its nice I cycle, and that her husband also cycles, and there would be lots in common. Weird.
As I see, there are enough people in the streets of every city who cycle. Maids going to work, men with lunch boxes, and many more. Friendly people who smile, who help if the chain gets stuck, or if the saree gets caught in the chain. Does English-speaking people who cycle become a seperate caste among the cyclists ? I begged off.